December 4th, 1915. At last I
can write and thank you for your kindness in sending the good old
Herald out to while I was in the Dardenelles. I don't think I
received them all, but the ones that did arrive safely passes many
weary hours; in fact, I used to try and imagine I was at home, and
when I say that all my Scotch pals come to talk about Harrogate. You
can guess the state the Herald was in by the time it was finished
with. I am at present in hospital at Cardiff through stopping a
piece of bomb just below my left eye, but I am pleased to say I am
about better. For about a fortnight I was completely deaf as a
result of the explosion, but my hearing is much better now. The food
conditions out there were much improved when I left, but oh, the
relief to get home. Real bread and butter after "bully"
and biscuit. With all best wishes for yourself and paper.